that I was wandering around Vienna for the Go. The sun was golden, the
coffee strong and delicious, and I hopped on a train out of town, past
a Hundertwasser trash incinerator to Stift Klosterneuberg.
My most vivid memory of the monastery, though, is not of all the art
and treasures or the winery, but of forgetting my notebook full of
*all* my Vienna research at the monastery, which is on top of a hill.
And I only discovered this when I was at the train station, at the
bottom of the hill and a bit further off. So it was a mad scramble up
and down the hill to get my notebook before the train comes in 20
minutes. It might have even been the last train back to Vienna -
whatever it was, I was panicking. But somewhat to my surprise, I did
finally make it in time though :)
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